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I was happily cruising Facebook one afternoon, agreeing with sentiments like this:
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Hard to argue with that, eh?
When I stopped to laugh and comment on a friend’s post.
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Now wouldn’t that be a hoot? Screw your kale… pinecones are the real secret to longevity.
I didn’t think anything of it, until an hour later when I picked up my phone and checked my Apple News feed to find this –
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Coincidence?
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Or is the ghost of Steve Jobs tracking my activity?
You be the judge.
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I dislike Pepsi and find it sickeningly sweet.
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So Apple Pie Pepsi? That’s a hard pass.
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While this sounded like a cute idea?
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The aesthetics leave a lot to be desired. That looks less like a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie and more like a mouth filled with…. well, never mind.
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Sorry, but my cabinet doors aren’t playing loud music past 10:00 pm or yelling at their husband to pick up his dirty socks. No noise suppression is required.
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First they want me to exercise with rubber bands, now they want me to wrap them around my mattress? I’ll tell you right now…. neither one of those things will be happening anytime soon.
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No.
Just, no.
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Our last day of the long Memorial Day weekend meant a morning of yard work.
Tag team mowing with the husband on his new toy and me slogging along with the old push mower.
It was a gorgeous day.
The pear tree was blooming.
The mallows I’d planted were thriving.
And everything had finally turned green.
Except the baby barn which I decided to start painting that afternoon.
Let me preface this by saying I used to love to paint.
I used to.
Until I had to use an artist’s tiny brush around all the nooks, corners, flashing and crooked angles on that beast.
Did I wear some paint, get covered in dirt, rip my pants, tumble off a ladder and work until almost 8:00 at night?
Yes I did.
But paint was applied.
And covered a multitude of sins.
Three sides done, one to go!
I just heard Apple is killing iTunes and I’m not happy.
iTunes and I have spent many happy years together gathering a vast library of music. I’ve happily downloaded the music of my youth, my adolescence, my single years, my married years and my rapidly approaching decrepitude.
I’m invested damn it!
The iPod and I are tight.
I have the giant one. It holds 40,000 songs and though I haven’t filled it?
I wanted to.
And then I read Apple… in all their infinite F.U. Tim Cook, you’re no Steve Jobs wisdom, are breaking iTunes up into different apps and focusing on streaming.
Streaming.
I don’t want to stream. I want my songs.
My weirdo… no one has ever heard of the band… songs.
The songs I oh so carefully and painfully slowly converted from my 33 1/3 album collection….
(For millennial readers? 33 1/3rd’s are those shiny black discs people bend into bowls and sell at your local flea markets.)
… and the obscure songs I could always find and download from the iTunes store.
Pousette Dart Band’s Yaicha?
Yeah, I’ve got that.
Moon Martin’s Bootleg Woman?
Yup. Got that too.
iTunes had everything!
Apple says that our libraries will be safe… if you bought it you can keep it. But will the store be there for future downloads?
Researching the demise, I found this:
Okay, I run iTunes on Windows…. so I can still breathe.
For now.
But if you need me in the next few weeks? Tough.
I’ll be busy downloading scores of music while I still can.
You know, quality stuff.
Like Ultimate Spinach… and The Flying Burrito Brothers.
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